Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by BelovedDreamer, Oct 4, 2006.

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    You remember me, don’t you?
    And the way I moved when the nights were too long?
    I don’t remember much anymore.
    Not the feel of your hands
    Or the touch of your voice on my ears
    Or the sounds you made
    When my hands touched you.
    Just little things
    In isolation
    The turn of your head when you laughed
    The curve of your shoulders on a bad day
    The rush of adrenaline I felt
    Every time you smiled.
    And sometimes
    A whole wave of half-thoughts
    Like an acid flashback
    When I smell a certain smell
    Or come around a corner
    And am swamped by an unanticipated similarity
    That I think I could drown in.
    Forgetting takes time.
    Time takes everything
    The pain we held onto because it was all we had left
    The moments that kept us and held us together
    when it seemed nothing could
    The little momentous things we though we’d never forget.
    The march of days and months and eventually years
    Doesn’t differentiate.
    The good go with the bad.
    What do you remember?
    Do you remember what a pessimist I was?
    I still am.
    Maybe time does discriminate a bit.
    The bad lasts longer than the good
    Leaves a deeper impression
    And a taste in your mouth
    That you just can’t rinse out.
    I hope I can hold onto some of the good anyway,
    Manage not to put out the baby with the bathwater
    As they say.
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    :eek:hmy: :smile: Beautiful!!!:smile: :eek:hmy:

  3. curtius

    curtius Well-Known Member

    It left me...silent.

    I loved the saddness...

  4. Silent, yes... the pregnant haunting timeless pause... your heart bared for all to see

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